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alexsarllSpent a particularly dispiriting afternoon yesterday putting in listings for whole swarms of clubs of the sort which makes the likely presence of Celebrity Love Island alumni a selling point, but forgets to tell you their music policy. Heaved myself out of the doldrums by heading for Poptimism, which in spite of certain venue and attendance...issues this month was still a hundred times the club they'll ever be. Because the music, and not an appearance in Heat or Hello, is its raison d'etre. Because those present are characters, not 'personalities'. And because frankly, at the most basic level, I very much doubt any of those places ever play Aztec Camera or Johnny Boy.
If I'm not drinking then I tend to realise when I'm getting a bit tired, and go home (normally I'd mistake it for needing another drink). I was back in time for Newsnight but opted for Radio 3 instead. As you may know, this has been their We're Well Gay For Beethoven week* in which they're airing his complete works, and really, Ludwig Van has more to tell me even than Jeremy. Being informed about the world gets tired when the world does so little to deserve one's attention.
OMD have now been referenced in two successive Doctor Who books, and by synthpop standards they're not even particulary gay. Are these deviants trying to corrupt Who with a straight agenda? I'm aghast!
(Though not as much so as I was at the Eighth Doctor's "I remembers saying to Dickens..." CONTINUITY GEEK CIRCUITS MELTDOWN)
I made it from work to Poptimism on foot (the sky spent two hours threatening downpour, but the threat was as empty as an ultimatum to North Korea). I was delighted to see that those vile Back The Bid flags had been removed from the Mall and replaced with the union flag - but as I killed a little time in the National Portrait Gallery, I noticed that they'd scrawled that ghastly logo on the walls of the entrance hall there instead! But hey, why stop there, you vandals? Why not go round 500 years' worth of portraits sticking it on them too, in the form of speech bubbles? Ghastly. Utterly ghastly.
*Possibly not its actual title.
If I'm not drinking then I tend to realise when I'm getting a bit tired, and go home (normally I'd mistake it for needing another drink). I was back in time for Newsnight but opted for Radio 3 instead. As you may know, this has been their We're Well Gay For Beethoven week* in which they're airing his complete works, and really, Ludwig Van has more to tell me even than Jeremy. Being informed about the world gets tired when the world does so little to deserve one's attention.
OMD have now been referenced in two successive Doctor Who books, and by synthpop standards they're not even particulary gay. Are these deviants trying to corrupt Who with a straight agenda? I'm aghast!
(Though not as much so as I was at the Eighth Doctor's "I remembers saying to Dickens..." CONTINUITY GEEK CIRCUITS MELTDOWN)
I made it from work to Poptimism on foot (the sky spent two hours threatening downpour, but the threat was as empty as an ultimatum to North Korea). I was delighted to see that those vile Back The Bid flags had been removed from the Mall and replaced with the union flag - but as I killed a little time in the National Portrait Gallery, I noticed that they'd scrawled that ghastly logo on the walls of the entrance hall there instead! But hey, why stop there, you vandals? Why not go round 500 years' worth of portraits sticking it on them too, in the form of speech bubbles? Ghastly. Utterly ghastly.
*Possibly not its actual title.
